#gerlat

[darkverrmin]

oh hello 👀

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[deannamb]

The pups are growing up..

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[ael59]

〈Lecture〉 Sorceleur T.3 : Le sang des elfes - Andrzej Sapkowski

〈Lecture〉 Sorceleur T.3 : Le sang des elfes – Andrzej Sapkowski

Éditions Audible Studios (2019) Le royaume de Cintra a été entièrement détruit. Seule la petite princesse Ciri a survécu. Alors qu’elle tente de fuir la capitale, elle croise le chemin de Geralt de Riv. Pressentant chez l’enfant des dons exceptionnels, il la conduit à Kaer Morhen, l’antre des sorceleurs. Initiée aux arts magiques, Ciri y révèle bien vite sa véritable nature et l’ampleur de ses…

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#Ciri #Gerlat #The Witcher #Yennefer

[thewritersaddictions]

Day One: Geralt R. + Marco/Micro

Being a dwarf wasn’t always easy. You got looked at all the time. The side eye wasn’t unusual for you, but you had grown to just deal with it. Letting it slide down your back like water on a duck.

The eyes that caught your eyes were yellow and dark. Telling you exactly one thing. The man in the dark corner wasn’t looking at you because he was disgusted rather he was excited to being eyeing you.

That night you were dragged up by the name you later learned was a Witcher. Geralt of Rivia he whispered into your ear as you laid naked like the day you were born.

It amazed you that someone who firstly knew nothing about you was so interested in you. Secondly you weren’t sure how you had ended up baked against a plush set of sheets and covers as Geralt hovered over you.

When Geralt stood he was much much taller then you. Eyeing you down as he grew hungery just by looking at you.

He had manhandled you all the way up to his room. Grabbing you swiftly off your feet and into his arms. If you had been smarter, less in awe you would have slapped him across his face, but as his shoulder sat between your thighs his lips kissing down your thighs teasing you harshly. Never once giving you what you wanted it was hard to think about how you managed to get here at all.

“Fuck you taste so sweet agasint my tongue.” Geralt moaned as he finally gave into his urges. Licking a strip up your cunt. If he had been a gentleman which most times he wasn’t. He would have wine and dined you before grabbing you and taking you back to his room.

He wants a gentleman though so here he was tongue fucking you. Your hands in his silver locks and pulling tugging wanting his lips on your clit desperately. Your moans filled the small room. “Fuck GeralT! You’re divine at this, please.. I bed of you don’t stop…” He stopped, his yellow eyes hazed over with sex on the mind. “I wouldn’t dream of it Y/n.” He murmured.

When he stripped, finally stripped himself of his garments. Your face betrayed you. Your eyes stood wide and excited as his cock stood tall. “I don’t… I’m sure you won’t fit Geralt.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Oh my stupid little dear I’ll make it for don’t you worry.” He said before kissing you roughly and shoving his length deep within you.

Once more your moans echoed agasint the walls, and you tired to steady yourself on his hips, but nothing worked that was until his large death grip hands found your tiny hips. With each slam your mind drifted and your eyes crossed leaving you in peaceful bliss.

“So tight, and all just for me baby? Can’t take can you? Can’t take my big fat cock driving into this tiny little cunt.” He teased as he’d slam hard into you and without remorse. Your bobbing head and shaking body made you a rag doll in his arms. “Uhhh, fuck… fuck me geralt…” hands threading through your hair. Rita bouncing that gave Geralt something to memorize.

“Yeah you come undone for me. Come on Y/n, cum on my cock. You know you want to, and you know.” A hard thrust in and then almost all the way out. “You know you want me to cum deep inside ya baby don’t deny it. I can feel her fluttering around me. Sucking me in deeper and deeper.” Geralt continued to talk, continued to thirst as you fell deeper and deeper until the whites of your eyes was all you could see.

Completed on: 05/31/23

Posted on 10/01/23

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[annmarcus63]

I really like the latest fic post! Very few fics deal with the calm acceptance that Jaskier's emotions for and relationship with Geralt are one-sided and have him actively take steps to put himself first and make himself happy instead of moping over the state of affairs before reluctantly accepting it while watching as Geralt plays happy families. I'm very into reading more of this if you want to write!

I'm sorry my dear and beautiful anon, this take more time than I anticipated.

Here's what happens when Geralt realizes Jaskier was right and needed him there with and for him. Is it too late, though?

Previous here In which Geralt fails once again

It's funny how loneliness comes in the strangest of forms. He's surrounded by dozens of people shouting his name from the square in front of the stage. Wasn't this what you want it? his mind supplies unhelpfully. Yes, he did want this, the love and admiration of the masses. He is, after all, the artists of the decade. But, well, in retrospective he was young and with little knowledge of life. It's only natural that your aspirations may change thru the years. Don't get him wrong, older Jaskier wants the same than younger Jaskier, but now, he understands that the love of the masses can't fill the void of being unloved unwanted by people close to him, or people he thought were close to him. So, he accepts the award with the biggest smile on his repertory, mocks Valdo Marx and goes to the tavern with a bunch of scholars like him. He drinks, he laughs, he sings a lot of his songs, flirts and play gwent.  And with every sip of wine and ale he peels a little bit of his sorrow, his wounded self-esteem, his beaten heart, and self-pity. He wished Geralt was here, with him, but he's not, so be it. Enough of wanting, enough of this ever-present loneliness. He's resolute. He'll find a place to call home, and he won't resent Geralt.

Maybe a little.

The celebration has reached the part where everyone is drunk enough to dance and sing at the top of their lungs. Jaskier is standing on top of a table surrounded by the locals, he's leading the song. He's sweating all over, his hair a brown wet mess. He's happy. When the front door swings open. It's Geralt. The witcher removes his hood and instantly locks eyes with the bard. Like a hunter finding his prey. Jaskier stops singing, right there and then, fortunately no one notices, the song continues its course.

No, no, it's too late. Jaskier thinks. I've already made my mind. The bard climbs down from the table and pushes through the crowd. His mind it's a volatile compass, pointing at his resolution and to Geralt. It tries to decide how to proceed. It tries to decide which path will hurt less.

"What are you doing here?" Jaskier is proud of his steady voice. Not even the ale could break it.

"I thought I'd make it on time" Reply Geralt, his eyes trying to find Jaskier's, but the bard is looking at a spot on the witcher's shoulder.

"You're late" In that moment the blue eyes look up to meet yellow ones, defying Geralt to name the issue. To name the hurt on Jaskier’s eyes two nights ago. To name the emotion that is now on the bard's eyes.

They both know this isn't about the ceremony, not anymore.

"I'm here now" Geralt sighs heavily and Jaskier laughs cause it's funny really. i'm here now so it must be enough.

And that's the thing, he forgave Geralt many times thanks to sporadic care and attention that would be forgotten later. His heart is screaming within his chest, the poor thing wants to take Geralt back. But no, Jaskier won't listen to it anymore.

"And you are late"

A girl walks past them holding a tray of beers, Jaskier takes one and drinks half of it in one go.

Geralt watches him, anxiety sewing itself on his veins. He can feel the goodbye hanging between them. He fucked up, again, but this time for good.

"I thought Yen’s message was important" Jaskier wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, cursing internally, his tongue is loose by the alcohol. He sounds bitter and resentful. He hates it.

"It is, but this is too" and oh the witcher is trying but instead of being charmed Jaskier gets angry.

"Oh, now it's important, I see. Well, maybe if you have arrived on time for the actual ceremony..."

“…I tried”

"Maybe it wouldn't be too fucking late" A young couple turn to look at them, feeling embarrassed Jaskier lowers his voice and continues. "I appreciate the effort, Geralt, but is an unnecessary one. I’m sorry, my friend” says Jaskier reaching out to place a hand on the Witcher’s muscular arm, trying to convey comradery, an olive branch if you will, for Geralt to take and be gone without blame. If Jaskier dared to look at Geralt's face one more time, he would find sadness, grief, shame, and fear. Every emotion that the witcher always tried to conceal from everyone, especially Jaskier.  “There's an open bar, enjoy the celebration. Rest. I'm going to sleep" In that instant Jaskier heart broke even more. How he wanted this man, how he long for him, decades on end. Even in his resolution he still wants him.

He needs to rest too. He's not young anymore, his feet hurt, and his thighs are trembling from the exertion. So, he turns around up the stairs to his room, closes the door behind and with clothes and all, he gets into bed and sleeps like death.

#geralt x jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geraskier #post season 2 #geralt needs to fix this #jaskier #geralt #spoiler alert gerlat will be waiting or him downstairs #it'll be enough though #i don't know

[kajaono]

Unbelievable that Jaskier is the most queer in season 2 where he isn’t around Geralt most of the time

#jaskier #the witcher #the Witcher season 2 #he is not queer because of gerlat he is queer because he is queer

[angelltheninth]

Little Pleasures on the Road

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, outdoor sex, clothed sex, making out, groping, dry humping, coming in pants, nipple sucking

Word count: 0.6k

Kinktober Day 5: Dry Humping

A/N: Got to my man Geralt for kinktober! I can't stop thinking about him.

Geralt was already painfully hard by the time you came back from the waterfall, still in a towel and a little cold. You glanced over him with one eyebrow raised and chuckled, "I knew you'd peak. Pervert."

He hummed and smirked at the corner of his mouth, "I don't have to, I already know what you look like naked and wet." Geralt took a few long steps towards you, his hands just under your ass and lifting you up.

"Geralt! Your clothes! I'm still wet!" Both of you laughed, Gerlat's own slightly muffled by your breasts. Feeling his warm breath on your cool skin made your head spin just a little, causing you to fist your hands into his sleeves, the towel slowly falling from your body.

"I don't mind you being wet. But I really should help you warm up. Let's sit by the fire!" Geralt couldn't help the teasing smirk from gracing his face as he sat down cross-legged, siting you in his lap with the tent on the front of his pants. "Of course that's not the only thing I'm after."

You rolled your eyes, draping your hands over his shoulders and bending your knees slightly to draw yourself even closer, "I figured. You're really easy to read Geralt."

Instead of responding with words Geralt responded with his lips, pressing them against yours. You replied right away, parting them for his tongue and sighing into his warm mouth, your hips rolling on their own. Geralt's hands traveled your naked back, his rough fingers pressing and massaging, then traveling to your ass and grabbing a nice handful of your cheeks, driving your pelvis forward.

The rough material of his pants brushed against your clit, his cock throbbing and hot even though his pants.

"That's not just water is it sweetheart?" You didn't have to answer him, he already knew how wet you got for him, how easily you fell apart beneath his hands, his lips. How easily you spread your legs for him and his big cock.

You could imagine it clearly. Fully erect and pulsing for you, a thick pearl of cum sliding from the angry red tip and down the shaft, more and more gathering, forming a stain on the front of his pants the more his hips jolted upwards and you pushed them back down, only adding to the wetness.

Geralt's mouth travels down your neck, his teeth barely brushing against your nipples before closing his mouth around one, pinching and rolling the other between his fingers.

"You're so sensitive." He whispers against your hard nipple, licking over the swollen bud as he starts to buck his hips faster an faster into yours. You fist and pull onto Geralt's hair, guiding his mouth from your breast to your hungry mouth. As you lightly nip on his bottom lip you can feel him growl his release, his hips grinding wildly into yours, his clothed cock twitching against your wet cunt, sending you into your own orgasm.

He pulls away and leans his forehead against your shoulder, your combined heavy breathing, the sounds of the crackling fire and the low sounds of the wildlife in the forest. "I think..." You relax into his embrace, "I think that you're the one who needs to wash up now."

"Indeed." He tilts his head upwards, a blissful grin on his face as he offers, "Perhaps you want to join me?"

"To clean you up with my mouth?" You licked your lips deliberately, watching as his golden eyes follow. His cock gives another needy twitch, already hardening again despite him just coming mere moments ago. "I feel like you like that idea a lot."

Geralt doesn't even remove you from his lap, he just stood up, making you giggle. His hands braced under your thighs as he gave you a small, teasing peck on the lips before taking of in the direction of the waterfall.

#the witcher #the witcher x reader #geralt #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt smut #the witcher smut #the witcher x female reader #geralt x female reader #the witcher imagine #geralt imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #kinktober #afab reader #geralt fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #henry cavill fanfiction

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

I think I need a fanfiction where Jaskier is like 30 and an established professor (traveling bard career didnt pan out as planned. He’s an excellent teacher but does still travel some) at Oxenfurt and meets a fresh out of Kaer Morhen 17ish year old Geralt.

And baby Geralt sees this very attractive older man who is nice to him and buys him a drink. Discovers he’s a bard with no self defense training, and takes it upon himself to make sure this very kind very pretty human doesn’t die. Jaskier thinks it’s adorable that Geralt follows him around like a lost puppy. (Young Henry Cavil levels of adorable here)

Young Gerlat who hasn’t had all his hope and sense of being a hero kicked out of him yet having Jaskier “I will stab you if you insult my Witcher” the Bard as a travel companion within months of leaving the keep.

Young Geralt actually openly loving the professor’s songs.

Jaskier practicing lectures he’s planning on Geralt as they travel and Geralt gets the best education as a result.

Jaskier holding Geralt as he cries after not being able to save a child for the first time.

Jaskier being the one with the power that naturally comes with being older and more experienced.

Geralt being a big puppy dog and eagerly trying to get Jaskier’s approval and being very helpful and talking more as a result.

The two idiots falling in love and Jaskier being conflicted about it at first because “you’re just a kid!” “Jaskier, I’m 29.” “A BABY!!”

Geralt having “toss a coin” to help his reputation from day fucking 1.

Jaskier being there to help Geralt deal with the mess that was Renfri in a way that DOESNT result in “Butcher of Blavakin” happening.

Jaskier being Geralt’s first love

Geralt spending his winters trying to figure out how to give Jaskier immortality only to discover he’s already immortal because “wait, you don’t look 60.” “Well you don’t look 50 either! I moisturize. Back off!”

Geralt thinking Jaskier is the most brilliant man he’s ever met when they first meet instead of thinking he’s an idiot.

Jaskier helping Geralt grieve his brothers after the attack. Helping him grieve when he lost his first Roach. Teaching him healthy coping mechanisms and emotion management.

EMOTIONALLY STABLE GERALT

@0dde11eth

#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #the witcher netflix #geralt x jaskier #witcher #writing prompt #someone please write this #I’m begging you

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 12

Jaskier puased, swallowed, then darted across the door way. He yelped and gibbered as Nerf darts started flying.

Geralt laughed as Jaskier danced around in the door way briefly, trying to dodge the barrage of Nerf darts he was shooting at him. The bard yapped as a few of the darts found their mark.

The guns were custom made. Geralt had f***ed with the mechanisms and now getting shot with one would definitely leave a bruise. And it didn't help that they were both bucka** naked.

They were playing Naked Nerf Gun War because Regular Nerf Gun War was boring, and Yennefer was out with the girls, so why not have a little Swinging D*ck Time ?

Jaskier retaliated. He stuck the Nerf gun out the doorway and blindly fired.

Geralt groaned loudly as one of Jaskier's haphazard shots nailed him in the ribs, adding another bruise to his collection. He ducked down behind the safety of the recliner and heard Jaskier bolt for the stairs. Geralt rolled out from behind his hiding spot...

Jaskier reached the stairs and laid down some last minute cover fire. One of his darts hit Geralt right in the dangly bits. Jaskier froze at the top of the stairs when he heard the strangled noise Geralt made.

"Geralt?" He saw him hunched over, holding his groin. Ooooh...f**k!

"Er, Geralt, are you, uh, alright?" Geralt straightened up, and Jaskier caught a glimpse of the murderous look in his eyes.

Jaskier ran for his life.

"I said no d*ck shots!" Geralt snarled, starting after him.

"I didn't aim for it, I swear-!" Jaskier screamed as Geralt didn't even bother to use the stairs. The Witcher just leaped and hauled himself over the railing.

Jaskier turned and sprayed more cover fire, hoping to slow Geralt down. He heard him grunt as some of the darts hit.

Geralt chased him down the hallway, getting him in the back twice, and almost turned an ankle as Jaskier suddenly changed direction and darted around him.

A Nerf dart hit him in the nads.

Everything stopped. Jaskier and Geralt stared at each other in mute disbelief.

"You little f**ker!"

"I DiDn'T mEAn tOo!" Jaskier screamed as he made a run for it while Geralt was still doubled over. He ran, blindly firing behind himself. There was another pained growl in a very familiar octave.

"Godsd*mmit!"

"Am sOrRy!"

"You're doing it on purpose!"

"AM nOt, I sWeAr!"

Jaskier whipped around the corner and slipped on a t-shirt on the floor. He went down with a surprised shout, landing with a series of thumps.

Geralt came skidding around the corner seconds later and saw Jaskier getting to his hands and knees. He was literally a** up, and Gerlat could not stop himself. He raised his Nerf gun and, with a maniacal crow of triumph, fired.

He got Jaskier right in his a**.

Jaskier was just getting up, knowing Geralt was only seconds behind him, when he heard the pop of the Nerf gun, and felt a very uncomfortable, very abrupt sensation in his nether region.

He's going from horizontal to vertical in a split second, screaming in shock and gripping his a** with both hands.

Geralt is just about laughing himself sick at the way Jaskier has snapped bolt upright to his knees, while holding his backside. But then he sees the look on Jaskier's face. It 's a mix of pain and shock, with a dash of slowly increasing fear.

Geralt *confused*: What?

Jaskier *eyes huge*: My a**...

Geralt: Yeah, I shot you in the a** because you shot me in the d*ck twice, and once in the balls. What about it?"

Jaskier *anxious pained whisper*: The Nerf dart...i-it's in my a**!"

Geralt: F**k...

Yennefer was having coffee with Madeleine and Vespula, enjoying a No Boys Allowed Day, when her phone rang. She heaved an irritated sigh when she saw Jaskier's Caller ID image.

She said a brief prayer to any god that was listening and feeling inclined to be merciful to her today, then answered the phone.

"Y-yEn..?"

A Voice Crack. F**k

"What is it?" Yennefer asked, cautiously. Jaskier's voice sounded very small and anxious. And there was a hint of pain.

"Yen, I...can you -- I know you're out with the girls-- but...can you...cOmE HoMe?"

"What happened, love? Are you alright? Where's Geralt?" Yennefer exchanged worried glances with Madeleine and Vespula. Something was wrong.

Madeleine and Vespula could hear Jaskier hesitantly begin to explain over the phone. They saw Yennefer's expressions go through several emotions. Worry gave way to annoyance, then disbelief, then came mild disgust, which finally turned to amusement.

Yennefer's mouth twisted with the effort of trying not to smile as she asked in disbelief, "You had a what?"

Madeleine and Vespula crowded around Yennefer to better hear the drama.

Yennefer gasped, then slapped a hand over her mouth to cut off the begining of a cackle that was trying to slip out. Her voice shook with the effort of holding in the cackle as she asked, "It wEnT WhErE?!"

A brief pause while Jaskier repeated what he'd said.

Yennefer was fighting for her life when she responded. Jaskier could hear her trying not to burst into outright laughter.

"I'm sorry, my love, but you're on your own for this one."

"But can't you just come and, and...magic it out?"

"I'm going to have to pass..."

"Yennefer, please?"

"Sorry, Jaskier-!"

"But...it's...it's uncomfortable. No-! I know I told you all those stories and about that one time! That was different! How?! What do you mean 'how'? Well for one, it wasn't violently and suddenly shot up my a**!"

"That's what you get for playing with toys that don't have a flared base, Jask!" Vespula interjected.

"Ves!"

"I'm sure it's not the weirdest thing you've put up there," Madeleine added.

Jaskier: *offended bard noises*

"You'll be fine, Starling, " Yennefer assured him, "It's just a foam dart. From a toy gun. Just give it a yank and it'll come right out--!"

"I, um, can't get it..."

"Why not?"

"Geralt, er, Geralt modified the Nerf guns. They shoot really hard now, and it's uh, way up there... and it uh, kind of...hurts..."

Jaskier heard Yennefer gasp.

"Are you f***ing serious, Geralt?! For f**k's sake--! Since you put it up there, you're going to f***ing get it out! Do you hear me?"

"Hmmmmm."

"Don't argue with me! Three times? Well that's what you get for playing games naked! Don't you blame him! You're the one who shot a f****ing Nerf dart up HIS a**!"

"Hm..."

"Don't roll your eyes at me either--! Yes you did, I could HEAR you! You better fix my bard before I get home or you're going to find some of your horse figurines mysteriously gone!"

"Hm!"

Jaskier sighed as Yennefer ended the call. So much for doing things the easy way. He turned to Geralt, a resigned look on his face.

Geralt sighed. "I'll go get a glove."

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #the witcher headcanon #the witcher modern au #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #geraskier #geraskifer #geraskefer #yenskier #yennskier #yennaskier #yenneskier #yenralt #error 404 brain not found headcanon #error 404 headcanon #brain not found headcanon

[kromanjoma]

Huevember day 5

A common tax collector, as Gerlat would say.

#huevember 2022 #regis #emiel regis #witcher

[medusapelagia]

Family Dinner

This was supposed to be an entry for an event... but I just realised that the story should have been canon-compliant.

Ops.

Well, here is a whump Modern Alternative Universe Witcher fic!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Jaskier/Gerlat WT: gun violence, blood and injuries, injury recovery, violence, hospital, blood Words: 1166

It’s not the first time that Geralt has been hurt, but it’s the first time he almost died on Jaskier's watch.

Eskel asked him so many times how that could have happened and Jaskier as no answer to that.

They were walking toward Jaskier's apartment, chatting about the pleasant dinner they had with Geralt’s family, it was the first time Geralt introduced Jaskier to them and the young singer was really worried about that, but his family was warm and welcoming, well apart from Lambert, Geralt young brother, but Jaskier wasn’t worry about that. Lambert was jealous and he could totally understand that. He was already thinking about how he was going to win the young boy’s heart when Geralt stopped so abruptly that Jaskier bumped into him and finally noticed that they were surrounded.

One of the boys started to insult Geralt, calling him a pig for being a policeman, and then another aimed the gun at them.

After that, it was the chaos.

One of the boys shot at them and Geralt shielded Jaskier with his body, before falling trying to reach for his gun with a scared and desperate expression on his face, and Jaskier never felt guiltier in all his life because, at that very moment, he realized that he has asked Geralt not to bring his gun at a family dinner.

That’s when Jaskier started to scream.

When Gerald was lying on the pavement in a pool of blood, and Melitele listened to his prayers and sent Eskel, Geralt’s older brother.

“There was so much blood…” Jaskier keeps repeating while they are waiting at the hospital. His clothes and his hands are still covered in Geralt blood, but whenever anyone tries to propose to him to clean up a bit he refuses and starts to scream so loudly that nobody insists “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Jaskier insists, looking at his hands “I told him not to bring the gun. I told him that it was just a dinner. I told him…”

Eskel squeezes Jaskier’s shoulder “It’s not your fault, ok? You weren’t the one holding a gun. You weren’t the one waiting for him with a bunch of criminals to take vengeance. It’s not your fault, ok? Jaskier, look at me. Please.” The man begs, and the young boy slowly lifts his face turning toward Geralt’s brother, but before Eskel can comfort him anymore Lambert, who has gotten to the hospital with their father, stomps in the room.

“It’s all your fault! If you weren’t there he could have got rid of those morons in a blink of an eye! But no! You had to be there, right? You had to suggest to take a shortcut! You had to tell him not to bring a gun. You are a fucking hippie and that almost killed my brother!” Lambert yells and his screams reverberate in the entire hall.

Jaskier tries to make himself even smaller, hiding his face behind his hands, but they are still covered in blood and all he can do is stare at his hands in horror, his breath coming in faster and faster.

“Jaskier, you have to slow down your breathing.” Someone is saying, but Jaskier feels underwater, the noises are muffled and his vision is tunneling.

“Boy. Look at me.”  A stern voice tells him, and Jaskier turns his head when he feels cold hands cupping his face “Good.” An old man murmurs to him, like he is a frightened animal “Can you take a deep breath for me?” the man tells him and Jaskier nods, he would do whatever this man would ask him to “Good boy.” He praises him while he takes his first trembling breath. It’s not deep enough but somehow Jaskier’s chest feels less constricted.

“Another one. In and out. Slowly.” The man commands and Jaskier does exactly what he asks from him and slowly the room gets back into focus.

“What…”

“A little panic attack. Nothing to worry about.” The man smiles at him, sitting next to him, and at that moment Jaskier notices that Eskel is not there.

“Eskel?” He asks, confused.

“He and Lambert got outside a bit, to take some fresh air.” The man replies, squeezing Jaskier’s leg.

“I’m sorry. Lambert was right… It’s all my fault.”

“It is not, kid. And I’m glad you are fine. Do you want to know why?” Jaskier nods softly “Because I know my kid will be ok, but I’m not sure he would have ever been ok if something happened to you. He likes you, Jaskier, he likes you a lot.” The old man says looking at the young singer in the eyes.

“I…We… we just met. I mean… we have been together for just a couple of months…”

“You are the first that Geralt brought into the family. And family means something to us.”

Jaskier lowers his eyes, he knows nothing about families. His parents didn’t want him and abandoned him when he was born and he moved from a foster home to another until he came of age and finally got out of the system and started to play in the underground for a few coins.

That’s how he met Geralt. The policeman was supposed to ask him to move, and he did, but he asked him if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee with him after his shift and Jaskier agreed.

“My kids… they are not mine. Not by blood.” Vesemir says, turning his head “They have different stories and come from different families, but it doesn’t matter to me. They are my kid. And they feel the same. We are family. But we also know that the family is precious and must be protected at any time. That’s why I’m telling you that you are special to him.” Vesemir squeezes Jaskier’s leg again and then he gets up as soon as he sees his two kids getting back.

Lambert's eyes are as red and puffy as Jaskier’s when he gets closer to him and murmurs something that sounds like I’m sorry, but Jaskier is not really listening, he gets up and hugs the younger brother, crying on his shoulder and, after a moment of surprise, Lambert hugs him back, not caring about the blood that is tainting his coat.

They stay like that, holding on to each other until a doctor finally comes to talk with them and tells them that the surgery wasn’t an easy one but they manage to remove the bullets and that Geralt will fully recover in a few weeks.

When the nurse guides them toward Geralt’s room Jaskier is hesitant, he feels like he is intruding: he is not a family member after all. But Eskel takes his hand and drags him gently but firmly into the room, letting him sit in the plastic chair at the bed’s side.

When Geralt finally opens his eyes, hours later, the first thing he sees are Jaskier’s curls, and he smiles.

#medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #the witcher fanfic #whump #TW: gun violence #tw: blood and injury #tw: violence #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

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Summary: an unscheduled flight sends Geralt and Jaskier into a bitchfit... but maybe Jaskiers one is justified.

Warnings: crack fic, just intended for humour, swearing, dragon!reader dragonshifter!reader

A/N: if i was a dragon i would o100% fuck with jaskier. And im not even sorry. I hope you get a little giggle out of this.

"For fuck sake morganna!!" Geralt swore, tumblingnoff of you as you landed heavily on the plateu of a grey slate mountain. Batti gnyour wings a few times clearing some of the sharper rubble from under your feet.

"I could have handle it!" You rolled your eyes at the pissy witcher. Honestly somtimes to 70 year old acted like a fucking child. Huffing and puffing in a hissy fit when you interrupted one of his battles.

You snorted at him, blowingnhhis hair about his face and smirked at him. He squinted and growled before pointing at you. You grinned him and hpgave a low chortle. Laughing at his display.

"Dont you look at me like that! I had everything under control" you grumbled and released a traumatised looking roach from your front talloned foot. You felt a little sorry for the mare as she wobbled away a few steps and then laid down wanting to be acs close to the ground as she could be.

"Geralt, leave her be. She got us out safely thats what matters" yennefer spoke slipping down from your shoulder landing with a light thump before turning helping ciri down.

"Shes scared the shit out of roach! Look shes lying down! They're not meant to do that!" Geralt cursed waving a hand towards the poor horse that looked very queasy.

"Geralt?" Ciri spo,e with a frown looking around the clearing and then toom a few steps back riseing to her tippy toes and scanned your back.

"Roach will be fine, its not the first time shes been air lifted" yennefer offered trying to placate the witchers bitch fit.

"Err geralt?" Ciri called againnto her soul father now sou dog a little panicked.

"Its not good for her, or us! Especially when shes not giving us warning! Morgannayou cant just shift and snatch us up like that!" Geralt bickered befor turning to you scolding you. It was quite funny. Geralt trying to chide a freakishly large black iridescent dragon.

"GERALT!" Everyone paused and turned to ciri as she shouted.

"Where jaskier?" Your eyes light up playfully as ciri asked for the bards where abouts.

"What? He right... err he was... fuck me did you forget to grab jaskier?!" You shook your head and smiled sheepishly under the witchers amber gaze before looking away, avoiding his eyes and tighened your lips.

"No? Then where? Oh you didnt" geralt stopped himself and shook his head at you half amused, half annoyed. He was trying so hard not the chuckle at you.

"Didnt what?" Yennefer asked teresly stepping beside geralt eyeing you curiously. She was not worried for the bard. No. She didnt worry abotu him, he was a big boy. She was? Concerned? Ciri loved her uncle jaskier and would be upset if anythig happened to him.

"Open." You grumbled and turned your head away from the stern witcher and whined.

"No, do not start with me. Show me" gerlat insisted clasping onto one of your smaller protuding horns and gave a tiny shake. Your head didnt even move, but hais point was clear.

"Open your mouth now" it was at this point yennefer and ciri shared a look before bursting out laughing. Geralt managed to curb his amusment and continued to order you to 'spit it out' li,e a pup that had caught a farm chicken, or toddler who had put bugs in its mouth.

"Spit him out. Spit it out now. Drop him. Drop my bard" geralts voice grew

"Im warning you, spjt my bard out now or you will not be be no huntig for an entire week!" That did it. The threat of not shifting and helping geralt hunt for a week was too much of a risk. Ou loved being able to stretch yourwings and prowl the skies before hunting down prey for your new weyr.

Finally you opened your mouth and spat out the bard that youd kept safely and sound pinned to the roof of your mouth with your tongue.

"Ugh thank god! I thought she was going to swallow!" Jasker screeched as he stumbled onto the ground and fell onto all fours.

"The hell is wrong with you! I could have died!" The bard squalling continued as he moved his hands over hi,self trying the get your spit off his pretty puffy clothes. You snorted at him. He was so dramatic.

"You were fine, she doesnt eat gristle. And youd taste like shit" yennerfer smirking as jaskier was cussing and whining.

"Huh? Excuse you! I am prime beef! tender and lean thank you very much!" You scoffed at jaskiers argument before transforming back into your human form and moved to the packs to grab your clothes.

"Ive seen more meat on a chicken leg" yennefers teasing words only made jaskier gasp. Clearly insulted.

"I promise i wouldnt have eaten you jaskier" you said stepping closer to the group relaxing jnto your human form. Running your fingers through your hair and tying it up in a large lose bun.

"See she appriciates how important i am to society. People need me!" You laughed out loud shaking your head at him as he shouted his victory whilst pointing to you.

"No. Its just human meat tastes like salty chicken. I dont like it" you shrugged befpre sitting on the ground dragging on your boots.

You didnt notice the silence that fell over the group as your words sank in. It was only after laceing your boots you looked up to see them all staring at you shocked and a little frightened.

"What?"

"Youve eaten people?" Ciri asked unsure what to think. It wasnt something she had really thought about before. And the way youd been so casual about mentioning it? It was a little creepy.

"Well a few?.... i mean once or twice.... you know curiosity and accidents" you shrugged not really seeing a big deal. Most dragons have eaten humans once or twice. Many had no choice humans tried hunting them as young drakes as a show of strenght and courage, you only had fire, talons and teeth at your disposal. It was quicker to bite.

"How do you eat someone accidentally?" She asked sarcastically

"It... happens. We get attacked young and bite. And then we dont spit it out. Its nature i am a carnivore"

"Im more concered about the curiosity bit? You ate someone out of curiosity?" Jaskier asked the same disbelieving sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Oh what because youve never munched on man meat out of curiosity?" You huffed feeling slightly attacked. But you told yourself they couldnt help it. Your kind was rare now, humans dont understand your nature as they once did.

"Probably not in the way you meant it" ciri snorted laughing trying toease the tension. She could see you were getting upset.

"Cirilla!" Geralt scolded quickly trying not to smile at the teens quick comment. But ciri rolled her eyes at the witcher and defended herself.

"What you were thinking it too"

"She's not wrong" yennefer hummed nodding in agreement.

"Why does everyone insist i've slept with men! Im straight! I like women!" Jaskier complained alittle too quickly to be believed.

"Your dreams would say otherwise" yennefer snipped back with a smirk on her face. You and ciri chuckled.

"My what? Have you been snooping again!?" The bard yelped horrified at the idea of yennefer peaking into his dreams again. He quickly stood up to face the mage.

"No, you talk in your sleep" you added deciding to get in 0n the fun. Thats all this was, fun. Jaskier was easy to set of. Wind him up and watch him go. It was one of your and yennefers favourite ways to pass the time.

You watched as they all seemed to relax and shh away from the subject. You were relieved , for a second there a small part of you had been worried theh would turn on you. But even so you wanted to reassure them all.

"Trust me id never eat any of you.... and if i did jaskier would be safe." You admitted before smirking and pokeingmmore fun at jaskier.

"Whats that supposed to mean?!" You rolled your eys and waved over his damp form. The once puffy sleeves no drooping acros his shoulders showing hos slim frame.

"Well? Your slim pickings.... Honestly? Geralt would be my first choice. Lots of muscle. Then yennefer, ciri and roach. Youd be my last option... i'd need to be really desperate" you summarised with a shrug.

"You'd eat a fucking horse before me?!" Of course thats what he focused on.

"I want to know why she'd eat me geralt and yennefer before roach?" Ciri chirpped foldjngnher arms across her chest almost insulted by your menu preferences.

"Have you seen him when someone fucks with his horse? No thanks. Horse isnt the worst meat in the world but i dont want it to be my last meal." You pointed to geralt who had wandered nesxt to roach and gpbegan petting her neck.

"Can we please stop talking about eating roach? She can hear you, you know" geralt sighed from beside the horse before muttering to the ,are under his breath. 'Let the dragon tag along they said, it'll be fun they said. Now look traumatised mare traumatised bard and im now on a snack menu'

#henry cavill #cavillry #oh for fic sake fics #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #crack fic #witcher #geralt imagine

[deannamb]

I've been looking up the ages of the teen wolves trio and since the only information I found is that Geralt and Eskel are the same age..

This is my headcanon:

Lambert is the rebellious oldest sibling... Slightly oldest.. Just a few months or a year at best.. Enough for him to go:" I'm the oldest here and you two have to listen to me! ". Obviously nobody takes him seriously.

Geralt is the "middle child". A few months older then Eskel. Puberty hits him last, making him the shortest of the bunch during their teen age years.. (I don't know why this headcanon specifically makes me cackle the most but the idea that he goes from tiny little Geralt to.. You know.. ~Geralt of Rivia~ makes me laugh). Even though he's the tiniest he already is the most skilled witcher of the three.

Eskel is the youngest but also the most developed of the trio. He's fiscally bigger than the other two, but that doesn't stop Lambert and Gerlat from baby him. He's the gentle giant that has to break the fights between the other two.

This is just my silly idea.. And since I can see myself drawing more teen wolves content in the future.. now you know about this headcanon of mine.

#kaer morons #geralt of rivia #eskel #Lambert #the witcher #the witcher headcanon #Teen wolves

[haleslugworth]

I didn't do anything to manipulate this moment. Mercer just starts jamming if you bring him into a tavern. He loves bards, I guess, lol.

Also yesss, I downloaded the Gerlat outfit mod and put it on Mercer.

#skyrim #mercer frey #modded skyrim #random tavern shenanigans

[practicalmagicintuitions]

I dont know why but Henry is only attractive to me as Geralt. Normally he looks like a good private school boy turned film star. Too boring and plain. Yes we get it you’re a pretty boy. But i would violate him in that wig. Does anyone else agree?

I fancied him in many things. Tudors, MI6, Sandcastle and in that thing with Minka Kelly. But those are roles. His appearance as HC is a different story. He has just no style. But I am glad you like him as Gerlat.

[mysteriouspenguin29]

in the trash that where he belong

this is what they should of done through him in the nearest trash bin

if you can’t read it says where roach Jaskier: here

where Yennefer Jaskier: here

where gerlat

Jaskier: where he fucking belongs

as you can see he in the trash

#meme #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix #i hate it i hate it i hate it #why was that necessary #dear god #how it should have gone #shitty meme #shitty art #i'm sorry #why are you booing me i’m right #passionate rant #my handwriting is shit #my writing is shit